I’ll kiss you again between the bars~
… & I always had bulging pockets under my eyes, drunk-landlady eyes. Maybe a grudging curve of the lips where a smile should be. Maybe.
I was not a lovable child, & I’d grown into a deeply unlovable adult. Draw a picture of my soul, & it’d be a scribble with fangs.
— Libby. Dark Places, a novel by Gillian Flynn.
Felicidades, marico… Que te queden años de sobra para viciar y otras hierbas aromáticas.
What is necessary, after all, is only this: solitude, vast inner solitude. To walk inside yourself & meet no one for hours - that is what you must be able to attain.
— Rainer Maria Rilke
I loose myself in body hair.